I was checking my stocks at the warehouse/bank in Trinsic when a person clad in a dark cloak with a hood came up to me. "Could I have a word with you in private?" he asked. Intriuged, I said most certainly. Following him to outside the bank, he suddenly drew his sword and demanded me to hand him my hard-earned gold! Anger flooded into me as I unleashed spells on him! After taking a few hits he slunk away, my cash still in my belt pouch. Deciding to slink a little myself, I rested in a little shrubbery. A few moments later, the black clad figure ran, with a man in armour running after him. Grinning to myself, I unleashed a few more spells on him, and the other warrior and I humiliated the dark person utterly. The man in armour apparantly thought it was "Claw" returning. This could prove dire for trade.
*Signed in neat elven handwriting*
Khaelieth Kellenwyr Llelmandred Sereghyanda
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